What a great post! Sugar apples have always fascinated me because I’ve been told about them by friends, but I’ve never tasted one myself. Our family of seven has so many dietary issues (medical, allergy) that we only go out to eat on a birthday, and it’s to the same restaurant because it’s the only one that can handle our needs. That means I am constantly cooking and baking, therefore, I have had to become very capable in the kitchen. Though it’s been a trial, it’s saved us money and made me more creative.
In Australia we call this fruit "Custard Apple", My mum used to love them. Like most things, they are easier and cheaper to get at asian fruit markets/grocers.
Some people call these "custard apples" here, too, but that's more confusing because there's another local fruit that's also called a "custard apple," but is totally different, with a single large pit kind of like a mango. I've read that they're also called "sweet sops" some places, to differentiate from a soursop/guanabana--which can also be called a "custard apple."
Anyway, all these things grow all over the place here. In learning about the variety of things one may call a "custard apple," I've learned that these custard apples/sugar apples/sweet sops are a relatively rare example of a Caribbean fruit that was exported to be cultivated in Asia, instead of the other way around.
> It can be a reminder to be grateful for them, and a promise to keep their memory alive.
Beautifully put.
Reminded immediately of my grandmother who passed away last year. Simple and elegant cooking, and made with such love. And a repository of recipes and practices of generations past. I tried to learn something new in each visit back home, and while I'd give an arm for another chance to see her, making one of her dishes puts me in her presence.
Thank you for sharing this lovely memory of your grandmother. I hope you keep cooking her treats for many years to come--and pass some of that knowledge on to the next generation.
What a great post! Sugar apples have always fascinated me because I’ve been told about them by friends, but I’ve never tasted one myself. Our family of seven has so many dietary issues (medical, allergy) that we only go out to eat on a birthday, and it’s to the same restaurant because it’s the only one that can handle our needs. That means I am constantly cooking and baking, therefore, I have had to become very capable in the kitchen. Though it’s been a trial, it’s saved us money and made me more creative.
In Australia we call this fruit "Custard Apple", My mum used to love them. Like most things, they are easier and cheaper to get at asian fruit markets/grocers.
Some people call these "custard apples" here, too, but that's more confusing because there's another local fruit that's also called a "custard apple," but is totally different, with a single large pit kind of like a mango. I've read that they're also called "sweet sops" some places, to differentiate from a soursop/guanabana--which can also be called a "custard apple."
Anyway, all these things grow all over the place here. In learning about the variety of things one may call a "custard apple," I've learned that these custard apples/sugar apples/sweet sops are a relatively rare example of a Caribbean fruit that was exported to be cultivated in Asia, instead of the other way around.
Pleasure to read, thanks.
> It can be a reminder to be grateful for them, and a promise to keep their memory alive.
Beautifully put.
Reminded immediately of my grandmother who passed away last year. Simple and elegant cooking, and made with such love. And a repository of recipes and practices of generations past. I tried to learn something new in each visit back home, and while I'd give an arm for another chance to see her, making one of her dishes puts me in her presence.
Thank you for sharing this lovely memory of your grandmother. I hope you keep cooking her treats for many years to come--and pass some of that knowledge on to the next generation.